Chapter Sixteen

Oliver ran up to the Fifth Year Girl's Dorm with his broomstick. Without hesitation, he waltzed in, making a series of noises with his broom against Christina's bedframe.

"Get up, get up, my... Harry's beautiful Chaser!" Christina groaned and pulled the covers over herself.

"Go away, I don't want to practice this morning... and why are you waking me up?"

"Because I want Gryffindor to practice. I still need to wake up Potter!" Christina sat up straight.

"Potter's not even awake yet? And he wants us to practice?"

"No, love, I want you guys to practice. Come on!" And with that, Oliver grabbed Chrsitina's hands and pulled her out of bed, then walked over to the Prefect's dorm to Ginny and Jacob. "Jake, Gin, get up, get dressed, be out in the Common Room in ten minutes." Oliver walked out, knowing they would oblige. Next was Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke. Oliver knocked on the door. "Slooopper, Kirrrkkee..." he called in a singsong voice.

"Urgh, Wood's such a morning person, isn't he..."

"Yes, Kirke, I am. Don't make me come in there." Ron and Harry. "Weasley, Potter."

"Not now, Wood..." Harry groaned.

"Shut up..." Seamus Finnigan said and turned over in his bed. Harry opened the door with his hair in a mess. Ron was behind him with his robes in a tangle.

"You guys are kidding, right? Get back in, and I don't want to see you guys until you're in proper attire." Oliver then slammed the door, causing Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom to wake up. A stream of swearing in several different languages could be heard from Seamus.

Down in the Common Room, Ginny, Jacob, Jack and Andrew were already there. "Chris isn't here yet, huh," Oliver said, not amused. Ginny shook her head and called Oliver to come back as he ran up the stairs.

"Oliver! Come back! She's-"

"Chris, honestly, what's taking you so- DEAR GOD! I'm sorry!" Oliver slammed the door closed again.

"Changing..."

"Ol-i-ver!" Christina screamed.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were changing!" he apologized. "I swear, I didn't see anything!" Five minutes later, Christina came out of her room with a frown on her face.

"You didn't tell him, Gin," she muttered.

"I tried to, but he didn't hear me..."

"And you just woke up all of Gryffindor," Jacob said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Jake," Christina snapped. Ginny smiled and Chris and laughed. "Shut up, Gin."

"Someone has her period..." Oliver said under his breath.

"WHAT?" Christina yelled and attempted to strangle him. Jack and Andrew egged her on. The typical jocks.

"I - I was - God damn, Chris, I was... was kidding!" Christina stood up and Oliver was rubbing his throat. "I have a murderous girlfriend..." he muttered so quietly no one could hear him but Christina.

"Yes, you do," she said and patted him on the head.

"Who wants to have a little scrimmage?" Harry asked with the remaining half hour of practice. "You know, I'm not giving you guys a choice. One Beater, two Chasers and a Keeper on each team. I'll play Chaser. Wood, pick your hoops, Ron, go take the other. Gin, Chris, you're on Wood's team. Jake and me will be on the other. Andrew, Wood's team, Jack, my team."

"Oh, sure, give me the girls!" Oliver jeered at Harry from his post.

"You've got Kirke!" Harry yelled back, "And you're a more expierianced Keeper." So the scrimmage started. Wood's team came off with a fine start, scoring thirty points five minutes into it. Harry made a fine Chaser. Scored once on Oliver, then something unexpected happened. A Bludger, out of no where, started chasing after Christina, and only Christina. One... two... three? Three bludgers? Oliver left his hoops to try and get the Bludger to follow him. It was a rogue.

"Chris! You've got a rogue bludger on your tail!" he yelled as he sped up.

"I can see that!" she shouted over her shoulder.

"It will follow you at any cost!"

"I know!"

"Don't let it get you!"

"Gee, Oliver, you think?"

"Hold on! I'm coming..." With a last spurt of speed, Oliver finally caught up to Christina and the rogue bludger. The scrimmage had stopped and various spells were flying past Oliver, the bludger and Christina, all failing to his their mark.

"Stop trying to stun it! You might stun us!" Oliver yelled down at them, but his voice was unheard. He was too far up and... was that... it was! Dementors... what were they...

"Chris! CHRISTINA! TURN! TURN LEFT!" The Dementor followed. Oliver, still on his broom, took out his wand and ignored the chill creeping up his spine. "Expecto Patronum!" A silvery form of a hawk flew towards the Dementor, forcing it to turn away. That didn't do any good. Three more Dementors came up, one on either side of Oliver and one behind him. For some strange reason, the rogue bludger came back and forced itself into Oliver's stomach. He doubled over on his broom, still keeping his eyes on the Dementors.

"Chris," he called. She looked back and saw him with the black-hooded figures. "Get back down! Duck!" Oliver threw his head back (matrix-style) and the bludger just went past his nose. "Back to the ground."

"Ol-"

"No hesitations, just do it!" Finally, one of the Dementors claimed him. Oliver dropped, still clinging onto his broom. He blacked out.

Oliver's eyes snapped open. He was in the Hospital Wing. I twas night time, but he saw a couple of people sitting on couches not far from his bed. Christina was on one, Jacob on another and... Tristan on the last one.

"Oliver... you're up," Tristan said and went to his side.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver asked hoarsely.

"Came as soon as I could, bro. You've been out for two weeks."

"Did anything happen to Chris? I mean, she's right there, I know, but..."

"No, nothing happened to her. You had me worried for a bit and this whole thing you're in... the O.o.t.P?"

"Shh, don't talk about that here."

"Mum wants you to quit."

"Quit what? Teaching? Or... no! I can't quit the Order!"

"I know you don't want to, but mum's been having a fit over all this..."

"Ever since that incident on the Quidditch field, Tristan, I needed something else, alright?"

"But you joined while you were in the Quidditch career..."

"I did? Oh. Well, it wasn't enough staisfaction. I had to do something else. Oh, hello, Dumbledore."

"Hello, Wood. Trsitan, if you please?" Tristan nodded his head and backed away from the bed. "Wood, the Dementors. Do you know how they got here?" Oliver shook his head and sat up, leaning his back against the frame, then he opened his eyes wide.

"Voldemort?" he whispered. The stern look on Dumbledore's face told him yes.